This makes me sad and furious at once. I’m torn between the idea that America has gone mad, or the idea that it was always mad and now the internet means we can see it. It makes me worried for my own Little Prince–his father is Japanese; when will someone decide he has the “wrong” skin color? More than that, though, no child deserves this.
I am hoping what we’re seeing is bigotry choking on its own last poisonous breaths. I hope that dragging it out into the light will make it shrivel and die. Unfortunately, American bigotry is a huge beast, it’ll take a long while for it to rot into compost. If there is indeed any compost in it, and it’s not just a toxic sludge with millions of years of half-life…
…Christ. History is a story of incremental progress, but the morass of blood and anguish weighing down such progress is enough to make a lone human being want to throw in the towel. That kid has sworn never to bring an invention to school again. How many times have we missed the cure for cancer or hunger because we’ve clapped someone of the “wrong color” or “wrong faith” (though it’s amazing how “faith” is only an issue as the skin gets darker, isn’t it?) in cuffs? How much art or music have we missed by treating children this way? Setting aside that almost-mercenary consideration, the fact remains that no child, ever, should be treated this way.
I want to say, “Well, it’s Texas.” I want to say, “Well, it’s an outlier.” Neither absolves America.
Other people are doing a much better job of writing about this. I have just one last thing to add, here.
My ex-husband (the Muffin) and I were talking once about ethics. We arrived at the question of the Golden Rule, and the question of bystanders. “Then there’s the Silver Rule,” he continued.
“Ah,” I said. “What’s that?”
“It’s sort of an addendum. Golden Rule: Treat others how you want to be treated, right? Well, the Silver Rule is this: DON’T treat others how you DON’T want to be treated. Both are necessary.” (There was a reason I married him, even though it didn’t quite end in the place I hoped for.)
Of course, both the Golden and Silver rules can be condensed into Wheaton’s “Don’t be a dick.” That works, too.
I wish I could say I was hopeful. Today, though, I’m furious and sickened at stupidity and bigotry, and I have precious little hope left.
Over and out.